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Chapter 802: Batman's Mind Blown (First Update)
Chapter 802: Batman's Mind Blown (First Update)
"Whoosh~"
Jerry transformed into a white streak in the air and landed steadily in front of a window at the Gotham Royal Hotel.
"Jerry, Jerry, look at this necklace. Isn't it beautiful?"
As soon as Jerry entered the room, Catwoman excitedly approached him.
"It's quite nice. Such a large pearl necklace, where did you steal it from? Didn't you go to a jewelry store again?"
Turning his head, Jerry asked casually.
The pearl necklace around Catwoman's neck clearly looked very valuable, something not just anyone could afford.
"Jewelry store? I stopped doing those low-tech jobs a long time ago. I found this in the room of Gotham's richest playboy tonight. There were quite a few traps, but I handled them easily."
Catwoman lifted her chin and a proud smile spread across her face. Clearly, the challenging heist tonight had greatly satisfied her insatiable curiosity.
"Gotham's richest playboy, you don't mean Bruce Wayne, do you?"
Jerry was taken aback by this.
Catwoman immediately nodded.
"Of course. I investigated him before. He's the wealthiest playboy in all of Gotham, and he changes girlfriends every day. He's a typical scumbag. I hate scumbags like him. Who else would I steal from?"
"Uh, well, then he must be having a rough day."
Jerry scratched his chin, not too concerned, and jumped into a cardboard box in the room.
"I'm going to start my training. Don't disturb me!"
For some reason, ever since he became a cat, Jerry preferred to train in an empty space rather than on a comfortable sofa.
Seeing Jerry start his training, Catwoman uninterestedly took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She then went to bed.
Meanwhile, Batman, who was already questioning his sanity, returned to his mansion.
He remembered very clearly the two minutes he had turned into a cat, but at that time, he couldn't control his actions rationally and acted purely on instinct. This had left him with a significant psychological shadow.
"Master Bruce, you're back. Your toiletries are ready."
Alfred, with his white hair, looked at the exhausted Bruce with concern.
It had been such a long wait for Bruce to return to the family, and now this child had to go out every day as a monster to uphold justice, always coming back with injuries.
"Alfred, do you believe a cat can talk?"
"A talking cat, do you mean Tom?"
Alfred was momentarily taken aback.
Bruce shook his head.
"Not the blue cat from the cartoon. It was a tabby cat, about the size of a palm, probably just a couple of months old."
"Master Bruce, did you accidentally hurt your head during the fight today?"
Alfred quickly stepped forward and nervously examined Bruce's head.
"No, Alfred. I'll go wash up and go to bed. I'll explain everything to you tomorrow."
Bruce didn't know how to start explaining his encounter today. He planned to organize the relevant videos first and then go into detail with Alfred tomorrow. Of course, he would edit out the parts where he turned into a cat.
"Oh, alright then. Master Bruce, you rest well. I won't disturb you."
Alfred, seeing no visible injuries on Bruce's head, nodded in relief and left the room.
Not long after leaving the room, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Contact the city's pet stores and see if they have any tabby cats for sale. Yes, the China cats. Buy one and bring it back. Don't get an adult, just a small one, about the size of a palm, around one or two months old. Deliver it to the manor as soon as you get it."
After hanging up, Alfred muttered to himself:
"I didn't expect the young master to take an interest in cats. Well, it's good. Keeping a cat can help relieve anxiety and reduce stress."
In Alfred's eyes, ever since Bruce returned and became Batman, the flame of vengeance in his heart seemed to have never diminished. Transforming into Batman was just another way of venting that anger.
He was very worried about Bruce's state. Having served the Wayne family for three generations, Alfred treated Bruce like his own child. His greatest wish was for Bruce to settle down, marry, and live a happy life.
Not to transform into Batman every night to fight crime, risking his life at any moment.
Perhaps keeping a cat could make Bruce's mindset more peaceful.
"Could there really be something like Magic that defies the norm in this world?"
After taking a shower, Bruce, dressed in his pajamas, sipped on the finest wine, pondering how to deal with that Magic-wielding cat the next time they met.
Just as he was at a loss, he inadvertently glanced at the insurance vault across the bed and was immediately dumbfounded.
"Damn it, they actually broke into my house to steal!"
It turned out that his tightly locked insurance vault now had a slight gap, clearly indicating it had been opened and not properly closed.
After a closer inspection, he discovered that his grandmother's favorite pearl necklace was missing.
As the revered crime-fighter of Gotham City, Batman, being robbed at home would be a laughingstock.
"Breath, calm down. A necklace isn't important. What matters is figuring out a way to deal with that cat, and preventing it from killing people in Gotham City."
After steadying his nerves, Bruce continued to think of a strategy.
The next day, Bruce, who had stayed up late thinking of a plan, was woken by the sound of a cat's meow.
Opening his eyes and looking toward the table, he was instantly wide awake, jumping out of bed and grabbing a chair to confront the small cat on the table warily.
"Breaking into private residences is a crime."
He hadn't expected that the method he had been thinking about all night hadn't even been prepared when the cat came to him.
Without his Batman gear and various equipment, his chances of winning were slim!
"Master, what are you doing?"
Alfred, carrying milk and bread, walked in and saw Bruce, dressed in his pajamas, holding a chair, looking as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He was thoroughly confused.
Bruce, however, didn't dare to relax his guard, using the chair as a shield in front of him, fearing that the cat might use Magic again to turn him into a cat. Without turning his head, he replied to Alfred:
"Alfred, get out quickly. This cat is dangerous. It can use Magic!"
"It can use Magic? Master, did you really hit your head last night? It's just a kitten I had someone buy for you. It's only one and a half months old and can't even catch mice."
Alfred looked at Bruce with concern and placed a small bowl of goat's milk on the table.
Bruce's expression stiffened as he carefully examined the kitten on the table, noticing some subtle differences in its appearance compared to the one from yesterday. It also didn't have a bell around its neck.
"Meow?"
The kitten tilted its head, looking at Bruce, then happily lapped up the milk.
(End of Chapter)
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